And the answer is...

I've always heard horror stories about children saying outrageous things to strangers. So far, Lily has responded with normal answers to questions.

Today, however, she said something perfectly true, and neither rude nor grotesque. Just...shall we say, strange? I took the kids to the post office, where there is a six foot square room filled with people standing in line. When we apologetically squished in, the room was maxed out. It's always rather awkward, being shoulder to shoulder with perfect strangers, everyone holding large packages, trying to herd your children out of the way, and no one's really talking.

Finally, the littlest white haired grandma I have ever seen bent down and said hi to Lily. Lily smiled and said hello back (I breathed a sigh of relief). Then the lady asked her, had Santa brought her any presents this year? What was her favorite? The room was quiet, all the nice benevolent strangers listening. I wait for Lily's answer, all her beautiful presents flashing through my head-dress up clothes and shoes, baby dolls, books, music...

And Lily, looking up with her sweet innocent eyes, responded, "My icky ICKY bug."

Thanks Nina.